Holy Spirit I can’t see
but I hear your rhythm
to grab and take hold
to dive into the waters
that have been cold
freefalling past stands
of people with my head 
tucked low
the facets that I’ve made fences
no longer enclose
Your voice cries
with fire
melting lies 
that rob sleep
grabbing sharks that circle
your hummingbirds
your mountains of peace
diamonds and dreams
once untold
I’m standing up top
ready to go

—LAURA LAND